| Bring you a tale from the pastel fields
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| Where we ran when we were young
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| This is a tale from the water meadows
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| Trying to spread some hope into your heart
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| It’s mixed with happiness, it’s mixed with tears
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| Both life and death are carried in this stream
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| That open space you could run for miles
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| Now you don’t get so many to the pound
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| True, it’s a dream mixed with nostalgia
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| But it’s a dream that I’ll always hang on to
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| That I’ll always run to
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| Won’t you join me by the riverbank
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| Paradise found down by the still waters
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| Joined in the race to the rainbow’s end
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| No fears, no worries, just a golden country
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| Woke at sunrise, went home at sunset
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| Now life is so critical
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| Life is too cynical
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| We lose our innocence
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| We lose our very soul
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| True, it’s a dream mixed with nostalgia
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| But it’s a dream that I’ll always hang on to
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| That I’ll always run to
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| True, it’s a dream mixed with nostalgia
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| But it’s a dream that I’ll always hang on to
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| That I always run to
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| Won’t you join me by the riverbank
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| Come on and join me by the riverbank |